We are all aware of the Ides of March. But I, for one, don't have the foggiest notion of what the Ides of March are (is). I'll Google it after I finish this rant. Apparently every month has The Ides on the 15th of the month. But for now it will go unexplained.
Daughter Deb and husband Rick are driving down later from Studio City to take me out to dinner for my birthday. I made it through another year in reasonable shape.
About which I am constantly reminded that the drivers license that expires on my birthday expires next year. I could swear it was up this year. Well, I won't knock it either way.
All our licenses expire because we are all on this flight together.
Dick
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